I was in an exceptionally cheerful mood when I woke up this morning. I washed and dressed and did a bit of work at the kitchen table, singing tics all the time. Ticced songs are nothing new and I’ve written about them before.…

Last night I cried – properly sobbed. It happened while I was talking to Leftwing Idiot about the acute ticcing fits I’ve been having for the past week. He said, ‘You can’t go into another week pretending everything’s OK, because it’s not’ and I started to realise I have to face up to the knock-on implications of what’s been happening.…

A few days ago I wrote about my motto, “Changing the world one tic at a time.” I had a really good example of what this means yesterday when I called a supermarket helpline because of an incorrect delivery. Confusingly, what they hadn’t sent were the biscuits I’d ordered.…

The word respite isn’t one I like very much. It’s often used to describe the break carers need from caring. An online dictionary definition I found defines it as meaning “A short period of rest or relief from something difficult or unpleasant.”…

Here we go
Yesterday we launched this website and last night we celebrated by holding our launch party. In the cab on the way to the venue I started having a hard time with my tics and Leftwing Idiot had to carry me from the cab through the drizzly night into the club.…

I haven’t always been a superhero. I was reminded of this earlier when I was looking back through some old emails. I found the first one from Leftwing Idiot where he encouraged me to embrace my Tourettes and approach it creatively.…

The other day I mentioned that I’ve been having trouble recently getting my words out. When this happens I know what I want to say but all that comes out is a jumble of sounds. This afternoon I was trying to explain to Leftwing Idiot that I wanted to sort out some paperwork on my desk and all that came out was “Fuf-fus-cous.”…

There was a woman in the park near work today who’d lost control of her dog, a Golden Retriever, and she kept shouting its name, ‘Biscuit, Biscuit’. It was an unfortunate coincidence that, with Leftwing Idiot, I was there too, also shouting “Biscuit” in the usual way.…

I’ve been very settled today, more so than for months. I don’t know if I’m just noticing the contrast with how bad things were over the weekend or whether it’s a payoff for all the exertion and medication. Whatever the explanation I’ve been enjoying the calm after the storm.…